September 2024. Fall in Memphis, and I am 65, walking the neighborhood in my light jacket, watching the leaves turn on the oaks and maples that line Deadrick Avenue. The smoker is happy in fall — the cooler air holds the smoke lower, keeps it closer to the meat, and the results are always a shade better in October than in July, as if the season itself is a seasoning.
Rosetta beside me through the week, steady as ever, the woman who runs this household with the precision of a hospital ward and the heart of a mother who has loved fiercely for 40 years of marriage. Mama's absence still a presence in the kitchen — her recipes on the counter, her cast iron skillet on the stove, her voice in my head saying "more cinnamon" and "don't overwork the dough".
Smoked turkey wings this week — big, meaty, brined and rubbed and smoked at 275 for three hours until the skin crackled and the meat pulled clean. Turkey wings are the working class of BBQ: cheap, underrated, and transformed by smoke into something extraordinary. Uncle Clyde served them on Fridays at his stand, and I serve them on Saturdays in my backyard, and the tradition bridges the gap between then and now.
Sunday at Mt. Zion, the choir sang and I sat in my pew and let the music hold me. The bass notes I used to add are quieter now — my voice is aging, the way everything ages — but the listening is its own participation, and the church holds me the way the church has held this community for a hundred years: faithfully, unconditionally, with room for everyone who shows up. I show up. That is enough.
The turkey wings were Saturday’s glory, but by Sunday evening, after the choir and the quiet ride home and Rosetta’s hand in mine, I wanted something that cooked itself — something I could set going and just let the house fill up with sweetness while I rested. Peach pork chops in the slow cooker are about as close as I get to a day off: the fruit does the work, the time does the tenderizing, and what comes out is the kind of meal Mama would have approved of without needing to say a word.
Slow-Cooked Peach Pork Chops
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 6 hours | Total Time: 6 hours 10 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 bone-in pork chops (about 3/4 inch thick)
- 1 can (15 oz) sliced peaches in juice, undrained
- 1/3 cup brown sugar, packed
- 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
- 1 tablespoon soy sauce
- 1 teaspoon ground ginger
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 tablespoon cornstarch (optional, for thickening sauce)
- 2 tablespoons cold water (optional, for thickening sauce)
Instructions
- Season the chops. Pat pork chops dry with paper towels. Season both sides with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and onion powder.
- Build the sauce. In a bowl, stir together the peaches with their juice, brown sugar, apple cider vinegar, soy sauce, and ground ginger until the sugar dissolves.
- Layer the slow cooker. Place seasoned pork chops in the bottom of a 6-quart slow cooker in a single layer, overlapping slightly if needed. Pour the peach mixture evenly over the top.
- Cook low and slow. Cover and cook on LOW for 5–6 hours, until the pork chops are fork-tender and cooked through to an internal temperature of 145°F.
- Thicken the sauce (optional). Transfer chops to a platter. Whisk cornstarch into cold water, stir into the slow cooker juices, cover, and cook on HIGH for 10–15 minutes until sauce thickens to a glaze.
- Serve. Spoon peach sauce generously over the pork chops. Serve alongside rice, mashed potatoes, or buttered greens.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 34g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 420mg